The Book of Unforgotten Words

It starts with a single motion, leaving the flame to ignite and trail embers along its wake

Inhale - hold it...

Exhale - repeat

Such monotonous actions seem to repeat themselves as I find myself striking the lighter once more

Desperate to destroy my lungs for they are what gives breath to these words and allows them to fly upon once swift wings to the stars far above me

Though I know the sound of my tears falling like raindrops upon myself will be much more vociferous than their melancholy symphony

I just hope that the rain is enough to cleanse me

As my actions have stained my hands and my heart too alike

For such destruction has been my companion for what seems to transcend lifetimes

I have come to depend upon it as without it there could be no creation within myself

Though resolution is mine for but a fleeting moment

Such moment is all that is required for me to tear down these walls in which smother the flame caged deep within me

Allowing it to engulf me within its nostalgic embrace and melt the ice that formed upon the edges of my features so that my body may too breathe again

Upon resolution of such task I find myself understanding what I must do next

But for now I shall rest and allow myself to dissipate into the stardust that constructed my being

So that with dawns pursuit I may be reborn anew from these ashes I have become and awaken every part of me I had ever suppressed

I'm finally ready

I'm ready to be me